When Sin Is In

How should I start,

but with polluted sunsets

backdropped in orange hued horizons

where the jaws of purplish dark

swallows whole end-of-days

and litter skies 

with a flurry of stars

made less visible under city lights;

it's then, there

the nocturnal thrive

under blackness abyss 

sharing it's white moonlit sinister smile

they pay homage 

to righteous Dionysus

apart, spared from blinkless eyes

or a different world,

where when in shadows conceal 

the very things meant~ruled

impossible 

real.....

Night long since invaded

devil takes watch over

while those with animalistic sense

cope without sun

donating free sin

in the name of dark charity.

Sure, I figured an ends

first rays cascade

sweetly kissing an aura

that's cresting lazily about hills,

night owls once bathed

cloaked in the tightening covers

of blackness robes 

cling and crawl upon the ground

dissapearing within corners

of skyward structures

still preserving for now 

the stale and expired old night,

R E S T I N G be 

for the wicked.

And in a while 

seen purged blueish black swimming

sky, I wait to look

only for the glory

of Apollo gratefully charioting Sun.